Long hills of dry tarmac
Reach toward
Bright blue sea skies etched by aeroplane speedboats.
sitting on warm white kerb stones picking gravel off the road
Goodbye.
It is September.
A collar, a scarf, tied tightly under the chin.
Body bound tightly with layers of wool and cotton
Buttoned
Against the cold silk fabric of pocket lining.
Hands on reflex stretching in the sunlight, recharging before curling up away from the wind.
Your face framed by scarf and hat is a picture of the season.
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